The Scales of Truth

The angels sing, “Love is faithful!”; 
the innocent, “Love is kind”; 
the blind, “Love is wondrous”;
 And the daring, “Love is mine”. The romantics call for music,
 the deaf for soft lights, 
the mothers for blessed dates,
 and the children for shared kites. The movies give a swelling close-up, 
the stage a sweeping embrace, 
the park a twisting oak-tree,
 and the city a dwelling place. But the skeptics call blasphemy, 
they smear this painted art.
 The lonely clamor fairy-tale, 
but this voice is still a small part. Yet, with the weight of the good versus that of the bad
 We will always side with the vilely-clad!